I am a poet I scrape the insides of my mind Excavate old wounds, old scars For the pleasure of others I Write so furiously A thunderstorm struggles to keep up I writeandwriteandwriteandwriteandwrite Until I Stop Dead in my tracks Out of words Out of food for the soul And then I start again When … Continue reading A Toast to A Poet
Author: elenasgrace
Soldier’s Last Rites
* I wrote this imagist poem in about five minutes in American Lit class, and then expanded on it in prose. _________________________ Stand at attention Watch him descend A folded flag And a legacy of honor Six men One coffin One childless mother _________________________ Mary Wilson watched in shock and grief as Liam's body was … Continue reading Soldier’s Last Rites
Elena’s Grace 